I have been wearing my kilt occasionally for two years now. I typically wear it on date nights with Wifey. I don't do the whole highland wear thing. My look is more punk. Hiking boots, fleece, motorcycle jacket. No sporran. The only difference between that and what I normally wear is the kilt itself.

On March 16, I wore my kilt to the St. Patrick's day parade in New Dublin, Wisconsin. It was chilly out but I was fine. There was one fellow that asked what tartan I was wearing, U.S. Navy. He seemed to be the only person that noticed the kilt in the least. Which is entirely fine by me. Last year, a couple of people asked if I was cold. "Only my knees." A younger lady with a few beers in her told me "Nice skirt." "Thank you." I don't know if she had meant to say "skirt" or if she just couldn't come up with "kilt". Either way, I was rather amused by the comment. I met a couple of young fellows also wearing kilts. We had a discussion about kilts.

Anyhoo, later on I was in a pizza joint (Sal's Pizza, across from the performing arts center, it is the best pizza in Wisconsin) in the bar district of Appleton with Wifey and Brother. I had made a couple of trips to the back of the small restaurant to order and pick up the food. We were sitting at the table by the door when a young fellow stopped at the door and faced my direction. He was about 2 feet from my table. At first, I figured that he was simply waiting for his compatriots to catch up. But, he seemed to want to say something.

As his three friends caught up to him, he asked, "Are you wearing a kilt?"

"Yes."

"Are you wearing underwear?"

Matter-of-factly, without skipping a beat, "I don't answer that question."

"What?"

"I don't answer that question."

He seemed rather confused by my response. "I have been wondering about that all day," he mumbled.

"I think he is." Said his guy friend.

"I don't think so." Replied one of the two gals.

And with that, they all went out the door.

I am very much aware that kilt wearers get asked The Question. This was the first time I had been asked. While I cannot, for the life of me, imagine asking a total stranger about their underwear - or lack thereof, I will say that at least he didn't push the issue.